Obvious Poem by Cee Bea

Obvious



I dont think she sees
that rainy days are
part of confined constitutions

that my thoughts meld
in states of obvious, observed
and alchemy

There is no thought
I have not thought
no truth That hides
that well

its what you do from there
to hear

my heart is wiser,
it knows math
for what it is.
while my mind fumbles
...temperance keeps me
collected

Saturday, March 21, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: muse
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